“Goodbye to your Honours. I‘m off，” shouted Golg， and ived. Only a few were left to follow him. The chasm was ow no broader than a stream. Now it was narrow as the slit a pillarbox. Now it was only an intensely bright thread. hen， with a shock like a thousand goods trains crashing into thousand pairs of buffers， the lips of rock closed. The hot， addening smell vanished. The travellers were alone in an nderworld which now looked far blacker than before. Pale，im， and dreary， the lamps marked the direction of the road. “Now，” said Puddleglum， “it’s ten to one we‘ve already ayed too long， but we may as well make a try. Those lamps ill give out in five minutes， I shouldn’t wonder.”
They urged the horses to a canter and thundered along he dusky road in fine style. But almost at once it began oing downhill. They would have thought Golg had sent hem the wrong way if they had not seen， on the other side f the valley， the lamps going on and upwards as far as the ye could reach. But at the bottom of the valley the lamps hone on moving water.
